Dress extraveganzaaaa

With the upcoming party season I am looking for a pretty, flattering, cool and reasonably expensive dress. I’ve already got the shoes, so at least one of the two main things is done ^^ I’ve found some dresses I like on several sites, so. Here you go.

Even though some of these are wonderful, I won’t order any of them. Some of them are too expensive and I generally hate ordering dresses because they are always unflattering in real life.

I like these dresses too, but I couldn't google them.

Pink n' Sparkly

Zzzzay

Zipper

Grey Rose

Purple Garden Love

The dresses are from these sites:

Ellos

Nelly

Dorothy Perkins

Topshop

Once I'll be swimming over the channel. TO EAT FRENCH FRIES!!

So, you know, I swim. I try to go once or twice (or not at all) a week, and then swim about 1500 to 2000 meter. Sometimes I find it boring, sometimes funny and sometimes relaxing. Sometimes I feel like a village idiot, splashing around, trying to count my laps and to not accidently kill myself by drowning. You would say that there would be some hunky (I truly hate myself for using that word) lifeguard to save me when I start to show signs of dying, but no-no, the fantastic lifeguards here at Førde just sit there and knit, or play with a ball, eat oranges or chit-chat. Every 15 minutes one of them looks up to check the water for blood and then they go right back to doing whatever they were doing. Really reassuring.

According to me there are three types of swimmers:

The sport type.

They are usually recognized by the Adidas Speedo’s, multicolored swimming goggles and nice little swim hat-type-thingy. They are muscular, fast and experts in avoiding crashing into the other swimmers. This type swims with splashy streaks and loud breathe noises. They kind of remind me of fish. And I must say that they are really scary.

The old people.

Well what is there to say? They are old and grey and swim without caring about the other swimmers. Just straight forward, gear 2 and there is no reverse. To be honest that sounds like me when I drive. (Driving Miss Crazy)

The fairly normal type.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe…Wait wtf? Why is there water all up myhbjwjnnknjnbn….. *peep peep peep* Gotta find something to… hold... on… to… Uche uche UCHEE. Ah well. My lungs can cope with some water. Breathe in. Breathe out…

This type wears normal beachwear. They have no goggles, no hats and no tiring breathing systems. No they just swim to have fun and maybe to lose some weight. Hair is flowing around them and they noiselessly (Well, you know, drowning noises) swim around the old people and the pro’s. I am one of these. It is nice to be one of these, although I am considering buying myself a pair of goggles. To look a bit more pro, because they kind of look a bit cool.

To show you how it’s like I used my excellent paint skills and painted/drew/used my mouse pad you the swimming pool when I’m in it.

Those colourful dots are the pro's being all pro and sleek. The brown dot to the left is me, making a lot of waves. Such talents.

A tag is easily fixed

I’ve been fixing up my blog behind the scenes lately. Because when I was a little, sweet inexperienced blogger I tagged my posts. I tagged them messy and weird and not informative at all. So now I’m fixing them ^^ And that takes a lot of time because apparently I can’t write proper titles either. I have to actually OPEN every post I’ve written in the last what 2 years? I tend to ramble a lot, I found out. My posts are unstructured and as my English teacher would point out; informal. They are full of inside jokes, of bad written sentences, spelling mistakes and wrong punctuation. But you know what? I still like it. I may post only post now and then and most of my posts do not even make sense. It’s like I try to scrabble down the weird curls and crooks of my mind, but I almost never manage to make it look healthy. I actually think, breathe and love these words. I must admit that I find it fun to see how I constructed my first posts and how many silly ‘’smiley’s’’ I used. Damn, now I limit myself to one or two per posts. I consider that strength, because we teens nowadays are kind of used to being all; :), :(, ;), xD, :D, :P, :S; LOL and OMG!. So yeah, I actually have to, and this is sad, have to control my use of them. :P

 

Tiffany took a deep breath. This was about words, and she knew about words. ‘Here is a story to believe’, she said. ‘Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we’re frightened the hair on our skins stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We are history! Everything we have ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. Would you like the rest of the story?’

Tell us, said the hiver.

‘I’m made up of the memories of my parents and grandparents, all my ancestors. They’re in the way I look, in the colour of my hair. And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think. So who is ‘’me’’?’

A hat full of sky – Terry Pratchett

DroolDrawer: Logan Lerman

Okay I’m having a bit of trouble. Suddenly all the guys I’m considering for my new DroolDrawer remind me of guys I know in real life. That is kind of annoying because now I can’t Google Image them without other thoughts. That I don’t want to have because the ones I know in real life are… ahem… you know… just not AS cute. This is annoying me, but in the end I settled for Logan Lerman. Yes, he reminds me of someone, but right now I’m in such a state of confusion on that subject that I don’t care anymore. Maybe I ate too much chips tonight? :P

(I’m starting to think that all males are just alike. Of the same age that is. They are all apes.)

Back to the Drooly subject: Logan Lerman is SO cute. I saw him in Percy Jackson and I was really impressed. Sure it felt like a HP rip-off, but these movies are also from books and I am always forgiving if that is the case. The movie was not the best but we had fun and he kinda stole my heart. Picturetimeee.

About cheap choco and not-going-swimming

!THIS IS NOT A JOKE!

!!!YOU are chosen!!!

!!Click here and find out if you have won an Apple Ipod, and Apple Mc or an Apple IPad!!

!CLICKCLICKCLICK!

(And when you click you will sign an electronic contract stating that you will have to pay 100 dollars a week FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, and that beardless gnomes will abduct you to their water spaceship and make you cook them strawberry jelly if you miss ONE WEEK.)

I feel sorry for the poor people who have to make these dumb advertisements because we all loathe them.

So, what is happening this rainy Tuesday? I was supposed to go swimming, but my aching head, unwillingness and tired limbs prevented me, so instead I stayed at home and watched True Blood. Because I can do that while I am still a whiny teenager.

Today I got the grade for my first International English test in my second year. I never (hah!) brag, but I have quite a lot of confidence in my own English skills. I know I’m not bad, I know I can spell and write nice sentences and I trust my own imagination. I have had the same grades ever since the eighth grade and today I got something lower. I wanted to be sad and disappointed, but then I found out that I was being pathetic. Then I whined to my friends and everything was okay again.

The big black point at the end of the day is: Today is whine-day. I wish I could be all whiney, whine the night away while stuffing myself with cheap COOP chocolate. But then I would be a whiney teenager with a serious chocolate-quality problem.

When I grow up.,.

When I grow up I want to have a boyfriend. That is basically my final goal. Forget the well paying job, the private jet, the million dollar house, all I want is to find love and die happy. And that one guy is preferably the same as me. That’s why, when I saw this page, my heart leaped, because they, they are perfect for each other.

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Hi.

So…

I’m not dead.

Just so you know.

I’ll give you some space to reflect on that…

Done? Okay, HI again :D My big masterplan was to blog some big post last week Friday, before we would leave for Barcelona the next day, but that plan kind of fell apart. I got home early all excited to go on vacation, and I had big plans to pack and shower and paint my toenails and update my I-pod and write e-mails and everything. But then my parents told me that they had decided to leave in 1 and a half hour. Apparently I can’t handle a sudden drastic change of plans, cause I panicked and then calmed down, and panicked some more. I had time to write a final status on my beloved Facebook and then we left. So that’s where I’ve been. In Spain and the air between there and here. But I’m back now, deadly tired, annoyed at my family (I spend 9 hours in a car with them today…), feeling dirty and a bit sunburned and not looking forward to having to wake up at 7 tomorrow to catch the bus to school. So yeah. All I’m gonna do now is unpack and pack (again…), shower and sleeeeeep.

To avoid leaving you empty handed:

Dearest Taylor went from this

To this

Does she even KNOW her own age?!

I THINK THE WORLD JUST BECAME A BETTER PLACE

Because, you lovely reader, how friggin awesome is this? It is like the highest degree of awesomeness I have seen in the last… Like… 17 years :P Combining the two greatest loves of my life, Facebook and Harry Potter. I am almost bursting of glee. And you should too, so take a look and laugh.

Sometimes…

Sometimes I feel like I am missing a piece of the action. Like I am in my own personal bubble, locked up from the rest from the world. I am not lonely, I am not friendless but even when I am with the people who know me best, I can feel unconnected. Like I am missing some kind of important ‘’thread’’ that make me part of this world. But whenever I am thinking I about this, when I am swimming through the heaps of annoying children for instance, I remember the fact that everyone feels like that sometimes. We all need reassurance of the fact that people like and respect us. Just that little nudge that makes us realize that someone’s world will actually fall apart if we get under a train tomorrow. Sometimes that is all I can think about when I am swimming for 45 minutes. Sometimes.

But even though I think about that, I know that I can survive anything with a little push from my friends ^^

(And family too for that matter, but you know, us bloggers will do anything to make the text fit the picture :P )

DroolDrawer; the explanation + my first one

Sometimes there is only ONE thing that can make your day better. After you’ve come home from your school day, brains fried from the overload of useless information and mouth soar from exchanging gossip with your friends, there is one thing that helps. It is not chocolate, the soft sofa and not even (sorry to break this to you folks) the listening ear from your parents. One thing. You will find it once you’ve turned on the tv. They are unreachable. They are beautiful. They are the sugar that makes the world go round. They are… The Celebrity boys! We all know them. We all love them. And, my darling, they are everywhere. When you are down, depressive, suicidal and craving something that doesn’t disappoint you they will cheer you up. They’ll be there, in movies and tv shows, listening to you, quoting Shakespeare and doing romantic things. Sure they do them for those anorexic bitches on tv, but I’m sure they’ll do them for you too. I’ve decided to gather all this sexy gorgeousness and make a *tatatataaa* DroolDrawer! Yes I know, not super-original, but I like those pretty guys and I wanted to make up a cool name and post pictures of them ^^

The first one people: He’s here! He’s pretty! And apparently he is called Pettyfer and not Pettyfire as I like to call him. Laugh.

Sometimes

Sometimes on a very clear night, and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction…and if the night is very clear, I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.

The BFG, by Roald Dahl

THE CUBE IS NOT DEAD. ^^

So, with CSI: NY rolling on the tv screen and my feet on our new (handmade by my brother! Yeah I didn’t believe it either…) coffee table, I thought I could just write something again. As I love. I am currently trying to memorize the last steps to completing my Rubics Cube. I know it by heart until the last corners, there are there 7 possibilities with each there own solution, and man, I just can’t get it into my head. Or into my fingers for that matter. I have completed the rest fo the cube so many times that my fingers automatically find the right turns. So, all that I have to do is to practice, but I feel like such a nerd when I am turning that rainbow cube. -.-

Other than that I think that the cat my mum picked up from the street an month ago is kind of mentally unstable. He keeps attacking the curtains, who hang perfectly still, climbing in the plants and just now he tried dragging down my already unsteady power cable. Crazy cat. He is kinda cute, but man he sisses! I feel he is going to kill me. Or at least planning to lie on my face when I am asleep so I’ll suffocate. But yeah, hje is only like 10 weeks and still has a lot to learn so hopefully he will once turn into a nice n’ cozy cat. Because he is kinda cute.

And NOW I’m thirsty. Let’s go find some Fanta!

PS. Now he is chasing some stupid little stone like thing that my mum puts in the plant pots. Apparently it’s fun. Sometimes I wish I was a baby cat.